Tekst:
Quick And The Dead Through The Fire

without a fight Because it?s right (it?s right) [Chorus 2x] I thought we?d been through the fire I thought we?d been through the fire We start the fire

without a fight Because it?s right (it?s right) [Chorus 2x] I thought we?d been through the fire I thought we?d been through the fire We start the fire

a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and

my balls and my work, and I don't break em for no one Yo hopped out the whip, popped the heater out the glove-y Ski-masked it up, bout to jack these fools, love me Blasted through

's alive, and up goes, and up goes you're adrenaline You aimed, you fired, THERE YOU GO, limp figures So you take ? and then play the role of friend and

with dun I clap you, I clap him, and that's rule number one Suckin' my dick, and I don't give a fuck what you spit Who you are, where you from, and

block's tighter, ante up and get your top fighters Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK! And

' problems? Not a problem I've encountered I have found elephants, lions, clowns Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire

' clean, makin' cheese and gettin' my dick sucked Still makin' cheese, ridin' clean and gettin' my dick sucked Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and gettin